As little girls we intrinsically believed we were something. Our lives had value though we didn't know why. So we twirled, for one or for many. We felt adored from the inside, we threw our heads back and our arms open wide; we were loved and free. What happened to us? Why do our eyes grow dim, and passions fade? It's as if our ears are dull to hear goodness. We have even wondered, is it too late for us, too late for me? No, it is not too late. We need you. It's time to twirl again.